The Spy
By Elizabeta
May 23, 2001
Confidential - For your eyes
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Tonight is a night for spies,
secret agents, sneaks and other members of a
particularly suspicious lot.
He lies in wait - in silence
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No one has heard of him.
No one knows who he is.
Only a select few know of his existence.
They inquire of his services
when they want knowledge.
But yet they do not know everything -
what he knows or how much he knows.
For he is a spy, a man of mystery,
a man of many faces
who goes to many places.
A master of disguise
in a world of secrets and lies.
A new name for every day of the week
Secret identities in a spy's game of hide and seek
No one knows where he comes from
or where he goes when he disappears
like a star in the night sky when the sun comes up
You can't see it but it's there
Somewhere...
There are many faces in a crowd
a million names in the world of bauds and beeps
Of chaos, confusion and creeps
Did you just see our favorite spy walking down the street?
In Richmond, in the rain
In Washington, boarding a train
No, it was just someone who looked like him
You turn around and he's gone
or was he really even there to begin with?